The sky was a pale gray by now, though the sun hadn't risen. The temperature could be said to be at the lowest of the day, and the dense mist had become even thicker at this time.
Zuo Feng had only walked a few steps through the dense fog when his clothes and hair were already dampened by the thick mist, which made him, who hadn't closed his eyes for two days and nights, feel a bit more awake.
"Come out... damn it... thud... get your ass out here, you cowardly turtle, you bastard, I'm going to eat your flesh and drink your blood."
The sound of cursing and chaotic hitting intermittently echoed, the sound was still a dozen meters away. Zuo Feng moved silently with light steps, his mind now completely relaxed compared to just before.
